When did it suddenly get that late?

It's 12.54am on a work night. I really shouldn't be doing this now but I've just finished re-installing Norton Internet Security (for at least the fifth time since January) and I couldn't resist.

The big news is that I'm worried. Worried about my Grandad, worried about my parents, worried about Cardiff bloke and worried about some of the people on my flist. I know that worrying's unhealthy and mostly pointless but it takes over my life sometimes. My family always say that I wouldn't be happy unless I was worrying. This isn't true, I wish there wasn't anything in the world to worry about but, of course, there always will be.

Cardiff Bloke can't make up his mind whether or not he wants me to visit him over Easter. I'd really like to go as I'm determined to spend more time with him this year but it's his flat so I can only do as I'm told. Easter is normally a family time in our household. Although I'm not Christian my Grandparents were so we would always celebrate together. Unfortunately, my Grandad is too ill for visitors this year so it would just be my parents, my uncle, my sister and me. I see them all the time anyway and Easter means nothing to me on a spiritual level so I may as well make use of the Bank Holidays and spend time with Cardiff Bloke. I've still got part of his birthday present to give him too.

The biscuit book I wanted to give my friend for her birthday takes a minimum of 4 weeks to be dispatched from Amazon. Now I'm going to have to go somewhere with a bookshop on Thursday night. I'm doomed to miss 'The Family Man' although I'm sure it'll be repeated even if it is pants.

I really should go to bed...